The Tower, according to chapter
11in the Book of Chatter was an
enormous structure built by the gift
of gab in the city of Blab-all.
According to gossip accounts, a
united humanity spoke a single
language – cause they weren’t
married (lol); hung out at bars.
All gabbers took part in the building
after Moses caused a great flood
when he parted the Red Sea – it was
the beginning of Spiel Rod’s kingdom.
Chit-chatters decided their city should
have the tower-of-towers (can you hear
me now) – to reach the clouds; but Blab-all
wasn’t built to talk to God.
No sir re bob – it was being constructed to
talk to their relatives and neighbors; and of
course press two for ‘hola’; ‘cause there
weren’t any real operators.
Just a recording, no real voice – this didn’t
go over big with the ‘Maker’; put static on
the line and plenty of disconnects; then
scattered people and languages all over.
Even split up Ma Bell; the Tower of
Blab-all soon came tumbling down, as
did all communications between people
Now all they do is TXT – KNIM?
‘2009’ RLS
Yes, there's humour here... in the thought, the expression, the original point of view and approach, but there are, too, deep truths and great ironies. This is a highly creative, worthwhile poem.
John
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. ;D
Sandie Angel :o)